When a cow lives with the butcher, sooner or later he gets eaten unless he helps the other cows off to their slaughter. (Nick)

In essence, we’re their servants who help them and who guard them from the public. (Leo) Oh gee, golly, goodie, Mr. Leo! Can I have my eyes gouged out, too? (Susan)

I’ll go and help. (Chris) What are we supposed to do with you, Chris? Lob you at them? (Wulf)

Then I’ll do some digging. (Fury) You just can’t help this kamikaze streak you have, can you? (Sasha)

So help me, I won’t rest until I bathe in your entrails! (Apollymi)